Seaside Moors it will come back

Nothing seemed to bring him down, even as she found purchase in the bridge of his nose. It did not seem to matter to the green-eyed boy. He was smitten with the idea of play and it would not be cast from him so easily. Regin could feel the muck on her chest and snout, smeared across her throat and neck. It was already too late to keep herself out of the worst of it.
 
The young siren scowled before she darted toward him, aiming to knock him back into the mud and tumble in with him. The goal was to smush him as deep in the mud as she could manage and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had succeeded in that.